Someone has tucked a song sheet into the notebook. Eileen remembers a family party at which three cousins sang three different versions of the final verse. Nobody yielded. Her father conducted them with a teaspoon until the youngest cousin announced a fourth version, entirely about the cake. That settled it. Everyone joined in. In her hospital room, Eileen taps the tune softly against the notebook cover. She remembers the ridiculous cake verse perfectly. The proper one has still not returned.